The time to take the boat was even longer than Shen Moyi's journey from Wanhua Valley to Yangzhou, and she could still quietly enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake at first, but then she began to get seasick and began to vomit.

It has long been rumored in the Tibetan Sword Villa that he will invite a knowledgeable and virtuous master from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers to his young master, and everyone who is used to seeing the golden glittering color of the villa is also a little tired, and I heard that there will be a different color, and many people have come to the dock to watch, and the first impression is a little bad when they see Shen Moyi languishing.

- No matter how you say it, Wanhua Valley is also one of the "One Sect, Two Alliances, Three Demons, Four Families, Five Swords and Six Sects", and most of the disciples are people who practice martial arts, why is there so no spirit and spirit? Was it sent to perfunctory them?

Shen Moyi sensed that there was something wrong with the sight around her, but the feeling of emptiness and weakness in her stomach made her unable to raise the strength to care about anything, not to mention that she didn't take it seriously.

The big deal is to be ignored, the Hidden Sword Mountain Dealer has a big business, and it shouldn't be able to do such a thing as treating guests harshly, she is very relieved.

Ye Hua also has some status in the villa, seeing some ignorant fellow disciples doing this, he shook his eyes one by one with a cold face, and after everyone touched their noses and left on their own, Ye Hua bowed down and apologized to Shen Moyi: "The disciple has no form, it is because the discipline in the villa is not strict, and I hope that Master Shen will not be surprised." ”

Shen Moyi hurriedly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay." "It's normal for me to look weak and be looked down upon, Shen Moyi said that he didn't pay attention to it at all.

This kind of sight, she was exposed to too much when she was in the orphanage, and the immunity formed was enough to resist □□, which is really trivial.

After all, when they met for the first time, Ye Hua couldn't figure out whether Shen Moyi really didn't take it to heart, or he held his breath and waited for a while to see Ye Mengqiu to complain. However, it is true that their disciples are rude first, and even if Shen Moyi sues, it is not too much. Ye Hua opened her mouth, but still pressed the words of the request, only said that the owner of the village was waiting for her outside the building, and asked her to come with her.

Compared with the tranquility of Wanhua Valley, the Tibetan Sword Villa is obviously much more magnificent, Shen Moyi's eyes are dizzying, and before he feels that he has gone far, he arrived at the outer building of the building, the door is not closed, and he can directly see Ye Mengqiu sitting inside.

At this time, Ye Mengqiu was not the image of a novice old man that Shen Moyi had seen when he was playing games, although there were some wrinkles between his eyebrows and his hair was a little gray, but he still looked like a middle-aged man in his prime, with a straight back and sharp eyes, and when he saw Shen Moyi, his eyes quickly crossed something, but his overall expression did not change, and he only shouted to Shen Moyi to take a seat.

Shen Moyi was not hypocritical, he bowed generously and sat down, took a sip of the tea given by his subordinates.

It should be the Longjing before the rain in the season, and it is indeed a rich man on the edge of the West Lake.

However, as long as it is not the difference between Coke and green tea, there will be no difference here in Shen Moyi, she still poured it down like drinking water, and she did not mean to savor it at all.

——I hope that the owner of the village can look down on her and let her pack up her things and go back to Wanhua Valley to eat herself, so that she doesn't have to worry about being caught by Yan Zhenqing to teach the new disciples!

When drinking the second cup of tea, Shen Moyi thought so happily.

With this plan, Shen Moyi's next behaviors were more casual and uninhibited, although Ye Mengqiu didn't say anything, the flickering in his eyes did become more and more frequent. Shen Moyi couldn't see what it was, but it shouldn't be appreciated when he thought about it.

Ye Mengqiu is begging for a master, although her behavior is not annoying, but it is by no means what a good master should have, Ye Mengqiu can have a good impression of her is a ghost.

Shen Moyi is full of confidence.

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Then he was slapped in the face.

Ye Mengqiu finally spoke after observing for half an hour: "It seems that what Brother Yan said is right, Miss Shen is indeed not very happy to come to be our Ying'er's master. ”

Shen Moyi was stuffing osmanthus cake into his mouth at this time, and he was choked after hearing this, coughing for a long time, covered with pastry crumbs. She patted it casually and said with a dry smile: "Master Ye Zhuang said that it is an honor to be a niece to be a master to Ling Gongzi, why not be happy to say it?" It's just that I'm afraid that I'm a shallow learner and bury Ling Gongzi's talent. ”

The words are humble and innocent, and in her heart, Shen Moyi has already begun to complain about Yan Zhenqing's words and the convenience of communication in this era - if it is really the kind of letter in ancient times that takes months of travel, she doesn't have to be so embarrassed.

Ye Mengqiu smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's really troublesome to be a master, and it's really a headache for children to make some noise." But Miss Shen doesn't have to worry, Ying'er has a good temperament, but she is a little stupid and taciturn, or ...... Very good to bring. ”

Shen Moyi blinked, nodded in response to Ye Mengqiu's words, but was a little disappreciative in his heart.

Silence is enough, stupid? Ye Ying? Seriously?

Shen Moyi was not a disciple of the Tibetan Sword when she played the game, but she had also heard of Ye Ying, she knew very well how brilliant this person's record was, and how many people lined up to kneel and lick Zhuang Hua...... Ye Mengqiu said that he was stupid, didn't he really play with her?

It turns out that it really isn't.

Ye Mengqiu seems to have finally found a soulmate, chattering with her about her children's education. Ye Mengqiu has a lot of energy and heirs, and Ye Ying is not the only one who gives him a headache. The owner of the village is usually used to being high, and if the problem of the villa is still barely able to communicate with someone, but he is really embarrassed to talk about such things as the education of heirs.

Shen Moyi was working in a primary school in the thirtieth century, and education enlightenment was also her forte, seeing the troubled parents, her work mode started on her own, and Ye Mengqiu said a lot of opinions and suggestions, and Ye Mengqiu admired her more and more, so that when the next person led Ye Ying, who was still a radish head, in, Ye Mengqiu rarely had a pleasant face towards Ye Ying, patted the child's shoulder, pointed to Shen Moyi and said: "Ying'er, this is the new master that my father invited for you, and I went to greet the master." ”

Shen Moyi was a little confused. It's not the same as saying yes! Why don't you follow the script!

Ye Ying saw Shen Moyi's reluctance, but he didn't say anything, walked up to Shen Moyi and saluted respectfully, and said in a crisp voice with the unique coolness of a young man: "Good master." ”

At this time, Ye Ying looked less than ten years old, and his body, which was thinner than his peers, made him look younger, and the unblinded eyes on his delicate little face looked at her clearly, and Shen Moyi's heart was about to melt.

She's the least resistant to children of her age, okay? Not to mention that Ye Yingchang's delicate is the same as a doll, her heart is going to be hit! Broken! Finish!

Shen Moyi trembled and touched his chest, and lost to the pink and beautiful little fresh meat: "You...... Hello ......"